Midsummer of Eden

That day Zhang Chi took Yin Jueming to many places in the town, but he didn't go to his workshop.

Yin Jueming didn't care.His attention was completely distracted by the many things in town.Stop and go along the way, and stay for a while when you meet something interesting.Or chat with others, or observe carefully.

In the afternoon, I passed by a goldfish shop with a few tanks of goldfish outside. Yin Jueming squatted and looked at him for a while, while Zhang Chi watched him from the car.

The red shadow reflected on his face like a birthmark.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Chi basically took Yin Jueming around the town, and the car ran off several bars of gas.

Zhang Chi parked the car on the side of the road, bought a pack of cigarettes in the canteen, and used the phone in the canteen to call the place where grandma had an afternoon meeting.

Half an hour later, they came to the door of a farmer's house. Zhang Chi honked the horn twice, and the old lady came out of the house unsteadily.While walking, I said goodbye to my friends behind me.

Looking at the complexion again, it was a face full of spring, and he was in a good mood with a smile.

The old lady was happy, and Yin Jueming was also happy after getting in the car, talking to her to tease her along the way, and the two chatted very speculatively.

The journey home was not long, halfway through the drive, Zhang Haiyin asked Zhang Chi to stop, and went to the nearby store to buy groceries.Without saying a word, Zhang Chi also got out of the car.It didn't take long for the two of them to go, but when they came out, they were carrying big and small bags full of ingredients.

Yin Jueming was a little dazed, and Zhang Chi didn't play charades after closing the door: "Yesterday you fell asleep and your body was not feeling well. It stands to reason that you came here the first day, so I should have given you a good meal yesterday. Let's cook tonight. I will make up for you yesterday."

When he got home, Yin Jueming took the lead with both hands full of ingredients, followed the old lady out of the car, and put the things in the kitchen first.

The weather was hot, and after letting go of his things, he planned to go back to the next door to take a shower and change his clothes.

Zhang Chi carried everything slowly, humming a little tune, only to find that there were a lot of extra things in the trunk.Take a closer look, there are toilet water and essential oils, a mat and a bag of oranges—there is no air conditioner in the trunk, and the oranges have been baked to heat.

While Zhang Chi thought that Yin Jueming was forgetful, he knocked on the door with an orange and a mat between his left and a bag.There was no answer for a long time, and it was not until Zhang Chi knocked for the last time that Yin Jueming's voice was vaguely heard, asking him to come in first.

The voice was muffled, and some couldn't hear clearly, as if it was separated by some kind of door panel.

Zhang Chi opened the house with his own key.

He threw the bag of hot oranges into the refrigerator first, and then went upstairs.He thought that Yin Jueming's sound just now might be in the room, but after going up a few steps, he stopped slowly.

The bathroom next to the bedroom on the second floor is closed, the frosted glass is steaming, and the water from the shower is pattering on the frosted glass.It was dark in the house with no lights on, but it was still bright outside.Light shone through the bathroom, and a human figure could be vaguely seen on the frosted glass.

The door to the next bedroom was closed.

Zhang Chi stood on the stairs in silence for a few seconds, then went up to hang things on the door of the bedroom, put the mat aside, went downstairs and left quietly.

Yin Jueming was originally looking bright, but soon after drying his hair, his body was still wet.Round, from the back of the neck along the protruding spine all the way to the gully of the buttocks, the water drops are not broken.The steam in the bathroom was steaming, and his jade-like feet stepped on the tile floor, making the toes pink and white.

After he put on his clothes, he suddenly remembered that Zhang Chi had just come, but he didn't hear the sound anymore.Open the door and go out, and the warm air blows in your face.There was no one in the room, the curtains fluttered, and the wild wind passed through the hall, already carrying a hint of the aroma of food.

The small bag of shopping and mats were placed outside his bedroom door.Yin Jueming stood for a while, looked around, and went in with his things.

When Yin Jueming knocked on the door, the old lady was processing the sauce, and Zhang Chi was peeling fish scales near the sink. With a knife in his hand, the muscles on his forearm relaxed and bulged, and the scales flew around.

Yin Jueming hurriedly wanted to go over to help, but was rejected by both Zhang Chi and the old lady, so he had to look at the books in the living room alone.During the process, he was pleasantly surprised several times. There were several books he liked, and even the out-of-print print editions that he had never found on the Internet, the old lady had them here.All books are visibly thumbed through, rather than brand new decorations.Holding the book in his hand, Yin Jueming took another look into the kitchen, and immediately felt more awe.

He is a screenwriter, and his major is film theory and how to tell stories.For him, literal things have a natural and irresistible attraction.

So it didn't take long for him to go from talking to people in the kitchen at the beginning to reading a book with special concentration.

During the period, Zhang Chi called Yin Jueming twice, and Yin Jueming responded.Zhang Chi was still holding the apron in his hand, and with an apron hanging around his neck, he leaned out half of his body to look at the situation, and saw Yin Jueming lying on the edge of the carpet, on the small coffee table, lying in front of a book intently, reading very seriously.

Just after taking a bath, Yin Jueming was sitting cross-legged in a fresh shirt.Because of being so devoted, he didn't notice many small movements, let alone Zhang Chi's eyes.The toes are pink, the nails are neatly trimmed, and they move occasionally, which makes people itch.

After being yelled at by the old lady, Zhang Chi went back.

Before I knew it, it was six o'clock, and all the dishes were out of the pot and served.Zhang Chi asked himself, his craft is the best.Especially when it comes to cooking fish, the old lady has no other hobbies, so that's just the freshness.Tonight, he cooks the best dishes on this island, and the other dishes are all the old lady's own specialty dishes.

Yin Jueming, who was lying on the stall, didn't move at all, like a cat.At this moment, I was seduced by the aroma of the food, sniffed it, closed the book in my hand, and savored it for a long time.

He seemed to have just come back from a dream, and he had a feeling that he didn't know what day and night it was. He looked around, looked at the delicacies on the table, and muttered: "What kind of geomantic treasure is this..."

"What did you say?" Zhang Chi turned his head.

Yin Jueming shook his head with a smile, and sat at the dining table with them.

The old lady gave Zhang Chi a wink, and Zhang Chi went into the house, holding a bottle of rum and three small wine glasses in his hand after a while.

"Longan wine, brewed at home, said to be open this summer, you just in time." The old lady smiled and pushed the wine glass in front of Yin Jueming.

There was gratitude in Yin Jueming's eyes, but the words were cut off by the old lady before he could leave his mouth.

"Let's not talk about the polite words. Not everyone has this fate to come. Since you are here, it is fate." The old lady smiled, Zhang Chi did not speak, filled three wine glasses with sweet wine, and looked at Yin Jueming. Turn, and hang down again.

Sure enough, Yin Jueming didn't say any more polite words, he raised his glass and toasted the old lady.

When it was time to move the chopsticks, Yin Jueming's tongue went limp.He is usually greedy, but he doesn't eat much, and he has no resistance to nothing.The craftsmanship of the mother-in-law and grandson is by no means inferior to that of outsiders, and even tastes that are never available outside.Many sauces, cooking methods, and even ingredients are developed by themselves, and the taste is very attractive.

The food was good, and the atmosphere was appropriate. The three chatted while eating, and it seemed that there was no generation gap caused by age or environment.

Yin Jueming was a governor at that time, the old lady was full of knowledge, Zhang Chi was full of gags, full of anecdotes and humor, and it took nearly two hours to eat a meal.

After all the food was removed, Yin Jueming's interest still remained.He listened to the old lady talking about Balzac, Flaubert, and Hugo, and he was extremely happy and absorbed in his heart. He just felt that it was more exciting than reading the book just now.

The half jug of rum that Zhang Chi brought had run out, and Yin Jueming was half lying on the table, his whole body began to become lively and fragrant.

Zhang Chi was smoking in the garden, looking at Yin Jueming through the dim light.He didn't even realize that he was like a wolf ready to move at this moment.

What did the old lady say, Yin Jueming staggered with a smile, pressed his lips against the rim of the cup, and sipped his mouth.

Suddenly the phone rang, destroying this unknown visual obsession.The old red landline called loudly, and the sound shook all directions.

Yin Jueming was shocked, and the slight drunkenness dissipated a lot.

Zhang Chi put out his cigarette and went into the room to answer the phone.He didn't say anything when he picked it up, he was silent for two or three seconds, as if he was listening to the other party, and then called Yin Jueming over with the microphone.

Yin Jueming walked over lazily.

Zhang Chi said to him: "You call."

There is no signal in the town, and even if there is, the signal is very poor. People in the town use landlines to talk to each other.Before Qin Shuo left, Yin Jueming handed him the phone.

If Qin Shuo or anyone else wanted to contact Yin Jueming, they could only use Zhang Chi's old red-painted landline.

Zhang Chi gave birth to a very absurd life, the house is his own, the old landline is his own, but Yin Jueming in this house is not his own.But at least for these few months, no one can take him, he belongs here.Even if anyone wants to get in touch with him, he can only use this old landline that belongs to him.He seems to be a kind of medium in Yin Jueming's world.

He and the old lady cleaned up everything on the dining table, and sat on the other side of the sofa to watch TV.There are not many radio stations, some pale light is reflected on Zhang Chi's face, and the color changes from time to time with the camera.

Zhang Chi's attention was not on the screen, the men and women on the TV turned into a pile of colorful flowers and fell on the retina, but his peripheral vision was not far away, and Yin Jueming who was on the phone was snuggled up in the corner.

After an advertisement, Zhang Chi leaned back on the sofa relaxedly, crossed his legs, and looked at Yin Jueming calmly.

Yin Jueming turned sideways to him on the phone, leaning against the wall with one foot propped up, the lines of his profile were soft under the backlight.The lively and fragrant aura just now hadn't dissipated, and he seemed a little lazy, but his whole person was elegant.His pale fingers twisted unconsciously around the red, spiraling phone cord, lined like a ring.While twisting the phone cord tremblingly, he lowered his voice and laughed.His voice was originally very nice, but after being deliberately lowered, it was faintly visible, very confusing.How to say that sentence, the ears are almost pregnant.

Later, Zhang Chi discovered that Yin Jueming was indifferent to many of his characteristics, or in other words, deliberately ignored them.This makes him completely intoxicated by these beautiful qualities in himself, and thus makes others inevitable.

Yin Jueming hung up the phone.

Zhang Chi turned his head and continued watching TV as if nothing had happened.

He felt inconceivable why the plot on TV suddenly jumped to this step.

The sofa beside him was sunken, and it was Yin Jueming who came and sat beside him.

Yin Jueming was obviously more involved than him, and soon he was absorbed in the [-] o'clock plot.He learned this, and when he saw something interesting, he chatted with the old lady and Zhang Chi.

Getting closer, Zhang Chi could smell the faint scent of sweet wine on his body.